Past Memories

Who left the door open?

The cold is taking over, 

those words left unspoken,

the horrid things that were. 

We all die a little sometimes, 

don't you ever let me go,

remembering the hard times, 

all from ages and ages ago. 

In these words I write, 

I say all I didn't before, 

tears spilled late at night. 

all this and what for?

Is it better to forget it all,

or see the writing on the wall?

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